We move in, we move out – forging a network in lieu of an origin. Seekers in search of a source. Our tunneling leads to more tunnels and caves – enclosures disclosing. Disclosures enclosing – we seesaw in dialogue. We create and we seek. We call it the Realm of the Conduits – we guess and infer, hungry for meaning. Communicating by movement, we follow and lead, listen and hum. When sharing we shove through the space. We sense we’re on shifty smooth ground. To call it a world does not matter. The question is how we might meet.
In considering progress. In thinking reflexively. In pondering what humans are as well as what we are able to produce. Gilbert Simondon, like Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, John Deely, Mikhail Bakhtin, Paul Thibault and many other profound scientists and thinkers, continually examine “human progress” within a conceived totality of systems. This enables us to reflect, question and surmise. To be conscious. To conceive. The following article, only recently published, provides I think an intriguing overview of such networked and systemic thinking…
Greetings all, I apologize for not filling daily posts with content (or…anything) of late. I feel the loss myself as this serves as my creative outlet currently, and I feel it when I don’t create, purposefully. Anyway, I’m trying to orchestrate some time in the next week to compose something. For now…the music that I’m hoping will help me awake…pull me up out of a sea of academic work…
Just a little note on this project – Holly and I will be the first recipients and will produce a response or our engagement with Emily‘s work here and then send it along its way! Writers/Artists/Bloggers – check out the project and contact searchingtosee if interested or want to become a part of this photograph’s journey!
I have sent the photograph today. Here is a little bit about its past life:
It is an old photograph, which started life as a transparency, and I have had re-printed. I took this photograph over 10 years ago now, on an Olympus OM-4. The film was Fuji, but I forget now whether it was velvia or sensia, unfortunately. I took the picture as part of a larger project about in-between spaces. When I was trying to think of a photograph to send on this journey (it seemed an impossible task!), I spent a long time searching around in my brain until I came up with this one. I wanted to send something old which I could make new for the project. Something which already had some history, and personal meaning to me. It was taken whilst on a journey, and so it seemed fitting to use it as a…
“Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it”
Proverbs 22:6
Now I’m grown up and old I can see the effects of my “training.” Ingrown here, stunted there, twisted and crooked aslant. The cells in their leaning away. Living and dead all over. No chance of undoing. I don’t doubt that the core of me is reaching, but axes and ropes have wounded my way. I did my damnedest. Filling up leaves, sending out seeds, but the root was in the sap. Perhaps I’ll be useful for burning.